Weirdly, I felt much more relaxed and openly sexual with him than I ever did with Man, although we were meant to have the months-and-months-of-relationship connection.
I also felt comfortable enough to allow his fingers to do something I've never let anyone do before. And it was not bad at all. Interesting.. ;)
And now, the worst part of the TMI:
I wore his t-shirt to bed (man alive it was like a nightie: I'm scraping 5'5 and he's well over 6' - and not overly thin) . I woke up in spooning position at 4am. I watched the whole room get lighter over a period of hours in the morning where we just lay in bed. And I fucking loved it. I loved just.. sleeping with someone. I despise overly romantic and mushy and 'aww, cuddles' couples, so this is really awkward to write about.
Sorry. Cold hearted bitch will be back soon. Promise.